Chapter111

#Chapter111

/"Day or night,/" he said, masking the surprise that flitted across his face, tugging his seatbelt into place in a single, fluid movement, /"I'm here for you, okay? You don't ever have to apologise for needing me, Isaac. But — /"

/"But what?/" I prompted when he hesitated.

Toying with his keys, fucking around and fiddling the fuckers into the ignition, the car purred to life. Had the seat erupting into a tsunami of tiny vibrations that had my eyes sliding shut. If here was a God, which I wasn't complete convinced, then he offered small mercies. I'd been spared a hangover, and although I felt like complete and utter crap, it was hard to pinpoint if that was alcohol induced, or asshole induced.